RE: Faith A GoetzWow. Even though I saw all those pictures of kids that she'd loved throughout her life, it's still strange to think I wasn't the only one. She just had a way of making a person feel special. I've always thought of her as "mine" but somehow knowing she loved others makes her even more special. I hope we can stay in touch. Email me anytime and we can share what we remember about her. Maybe we can jog some more memories. I'll send you what I've found about her family history, too. If you can get those pictures copied or scanned, please post them here or email them to me. I'd sure appreciate it. I wish I had more than the one picture of her. Guess I was just too young to think about it at the time.

We were definitely too very lucky girls. I had two sisters close to my age. She was good to them but I'm so glad she chose me to love as her own.

Norman's last name is Hoffmon. Here is her listing at the Cleveland Necrology File: http://dxsrv4.cpl.org/WebZ/QUERY?sessionid=01-4402-1905192295 If that link doesn't work go here: http://tinyurl.com/2a26 and search Goetz, Foilc. As you can see, her name was transcribed incorrectly but that's definitely her. This is what it says: Id#: 0519498Name: Goetz, FoilcDate: Oct 28 1969Source: Plain Dealer; Cleveland Necrology File, Reel #112.Notes: Goetz. Foilc Goetz, cousin of Norman Hoffmon and John Scienz. Services on Wednesday at 3:30 p.m. In The Boswell Jones Mortuary, 13613 Euclid Ave., at Forest Hill Blvd. Friends received on Tuesday 3-5 And 7-9 P.M.

Things that remind me of her are brownies, Dum-dum suckers, bananas in milk, apricot nectar, and the scents of Ivory soap and Noxzema. :D

Hi, Bobbi. Were you still living there in the sixties? Which apartment was yours? I remember a few people who lived there. She called me "DeeDee" and I agree that she was the most loving, caring, kindest, and sweetest person. <3

I met her when I was about six months old. My parents moved across the hall from her in 1957. She told me later that she'd been out on the porch painting her door when the new neighbor (my mom) came out with a precious baby girl (me) and she had to go wash the paint from her hands so she could "hold the baby". It was love from then on. :) My parents were divorced later and Daddy moved us to West Virginia. Every summer, I'd visit my mom and she'd let me stay with Nana Faith for a couple weeks. It was the best time of my life. She always made me feel like I was special and loved.

I was 12 the last time I saw her (summer 1969). Later that year, Mom called to tell me that my Nana had died. I didn't get to go to the funeral since it was so far and I had school but Mom managed to save a few of my things from her apartment. Her typewriter that I learned to type on, a few toys, and a record. I didn't get to visit her grave until I was an adult and could get myself there on my own. For years from the time she died, I would dream that I was at her apartment looking for her. Those got fewer as time passed and visiting her grave helped a lot. Strangely, I still remember her phone number.

Several years ago, I got into genealogy and thought I'd see what I could find about her. That search made me realize how little I knew about her life. My mom told me that Nana had been engaged when she was young but that he was killed in an auto accident. I knew she'd worked for the Society for the Blind and that she had a cousin named Norman. He came to the apartment once while I was there. Seems like he had some kids. Boys, if I recall correctly. She also had a friend named Catherine or Kathleen, I forget which. She sent me a card right after Nana died. I was interested to find she had 1/2 siblings. I've hoped to run across relatives but that hasn't happened yet. It's good, though, to find someone who knew her.

She was always thinking of me. When a friend of hers went to the beach, she asked her to bring a bucket of sand back for me. She'd spread plastic in the floor for me to sit and play. She also asked a friend to bring me back something from the zoo so she got me a stuffed monkey that I named "Happy" and still have to this day. <3 She always made brownies when she knew I was coming. She had pictures of children and told me who they were. I remember Lonnie was one of them but I never met him.

It's interesting that your birthday is the day after hers. Mine is the day before! It was so good to hear from you. Thank you for writing.